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Talk about a dope sleeve.

Bullshit, I can't wait to doggout my girl while rockin some chipmunks xmas tunes.

[RBX] Field Breeder, Natural Corn Cropper, And I don't wanna buy I DON'T WANNA BUY I DON'T WANNA I DON'T WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BUY! [ice Cube] I dont understand shoppin' in grocery stores But I understand I like the meat of slaughtered bores Closed doors to social mores Of normal talk Dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to rob stalk Cause motherfuckers wanna violate Cobs of kernals so sweet And they pupils won't dialate There's so much butter and salt Sweet Kernals And mother fuck the St. Louis cardinals He steps on the wrong field Gets his ass whipped in 12 Like Foreman steppin to to Real Deal So I'm a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana

Yup, give this to the bums as well

Coat your garbage with Peanutbutter and strick-9.

Schoolly D: Gucci Time

You are either white and eleven or black and seventy two

Me and Thebumpmaker and that crop of all crops-- In the Green John Deer, with the Sweet Kernal Cobs-- I'm callin' up the posse, it's time to start croppin' The freaks need salt n' butter, to keep dat yellah drippin'-- Everybody's lookin, if your jealous turn around-- These fields filled with stalks growing from the ground-- we're gettin' good boils at 100 degrees Celsius-- the cobs are cookin', but I need uncle Gus-- cause the sweet corn ear luck, make the girlies wanna fuck-- we're rollin' John Deer, and the jealous wanna get buck-- Every time we do, the suckas wanna start noise-- I'm the man they love to hate, tattooed with illinois-- Picked up the posse at the late nite wal-mart-- headed for the fields, yes we're fittin' to crop-start-- the pllow's kinda crowded, the whole trackter was leanin' back-- Bumpmaker's spreading butter with two girlies on his lap-- On Old Mc Donalds.....the set looks kinda dead-- we need a new farm so posse move ahead-- we all look kinda' SWASS the crew you can't forget-- the Corn Feed posse co' rippen' up the set-- My Posse's in a cornfield........

talk 'bout that yellah

Low-carb Monster

BREED AND EAT LIFERS CORN FEED!

What Corn Fed Breeder.

This honkey is skilled Fuck niggas dat wanna build Talk shit get killed Just bought a Corn Field (THROW SOME COB'S IN A POT!) Just bought a Corn Field (THROW SOME COB'S IN A POT!) Just bought a Corn Field This honkey is skilled, Fuck niggas dat wanna build Talk shit get killed, Just bought a Corn Field It's the season to cop Got the damn stalks chopped, always boiled never popped Corn cobs is my crop Foget bitches in the parking lot Only bone'in field-Hoes East West coast bitches, man I'm straight yo. Pussy stinks? It best smell like a lawn moer Don't you see the big fields Don't you see the big stalks

I flip the bird, I cuss an' scream, If cars ain't move when the light turns green. Lock your doors when you leave the house, Corn Fed nigguahs are the ones to keep out. That's the way we do it in our town, yeah. You never hear me apologise, For growin' up strong, growin' up right. Mother fuck the Golden Rule. mother fuck me and mother fuck you Corn fields for miles an' miles, Ain't nothin' but YELLOW kernals makes me smile. I thank the good Lord I was Corn bred, We Corn fed. We Corn fed. We burnin' flags on our Court House Square. Just to say we boil cobs everywhere. There ain't no fags, or men on men que-er. If you reppin' corn feed ya gots to be a breed-er. I rock Cobs with tall, cold be-er, yeah. You never hear me apologise, For growin' up strong, growin' up right. Mother fuck the Golden Rule. mother fuck me and mother fuck you Corn fields for miles an' miles, Ain't nothin' but YELLOW kernals makes me smile. Mother F the good Lord, I was Corn bred, We Corn fed. We Corn fed. Babie.

Plowwin that ish hommie, can't wait to boil

Hey shit-head talk all that else where. You will get rolled on CORN FEED BREEDER CLIQUE. PERIOD ROCKERS.

there design is always so weak.

Dude was tripping and then called police. He should be shot dead. Don't test someones gangster if you yourself can't hang.

Fool you know i'm boilin' on...... Corn now Corn We boiling up cobs in the middle of the barn And i'm filled up Can't get up My eyes are big And my stomach is small. Took another cob Felling like a slob Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin. Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids And we bout to get in em. Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at And everything funny. Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to max on my corn Boilign all dem cobs with no money. Now truly this bitch wanna do me So i hit the 151bacardi She high like the sun Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party. That corn got me so gotdamn horny But i don't like that tramp. The only reason I'm poppin that coochie cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps. And i got the munchies I need more corn. Sweet cobs growing in fields. If you boilin' cobs like the conflict do, Then you know what the hell i mean. [chorus] Chompin' on Cccooooobbbbbbs in the middle of the barn. Chompin' on Cccooooobbbbbbs in the middle of the barn.

Sipin' on yak dreamin of boil pots corn feed breed!! Don't pop it let it boil corn feed breed!! Were talkin salt and butter corn feed breed!! Don't sleep on the stalk corn feed breed!!

Don't say the obvious

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Salt and butter is il but it's madd overated, got get on the olive-oil pepper tip, works on everything

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